I know… the joy is in the journey. You have to live at the moment… breathe it… But sometimes it gets tiring, or maybe because no matter how new each leaf that flies… you somehow see similarities, patterns…

There are lines… and these lines you see in each…There is shade and light…There is that smell – different they may beAnd the sensation… you touch and you feel…

This touch makes you wish something is more permanent. Because, that fleeting moment of connection gets to you.

Sometimes you wish its not too wishful thinking to hold on to something…